"Follow me." He stands up and walks towards the elevator. I follow after him. He presses the button for the basement. I fidget slightly as the elevator moves. I focus on the moving numbers that appear on the top of the elevator. A comfortable silence passes through us. Finally the elevator opens. Dante steps out and I step outside and go stand beside him. There were at least a dozen of different cars all around us.

Turning he walks over to a car and raises an eyebrow as if asking me if I'm coming. I follow suit. My eyes dart to the side of the car and my eyes widen. It's the same car I crashed into. Dante's eyes follows my line of vision and smirks.

"You're quite the driver." He mocks me. I blush.

"Shut up." I retort. He chuckles and turns on the ignition. The car coming to life with a soft purr. I tell him the direction to my house and before I know it the car comes to a stop. I look up and sure enough my house stood directly in front.

"Thanks for the ride, Dante." He nods with a genuine smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow then Laura." I nod and wait as he backs up from our driveway and out of sight.

Sighing I turn towards my house and walk up the stairs. Holding my breath I insert the key and turn. The lock click softly and I cautiously turn the knob. The lights are all out and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. Slowly I tip toe my way toward the stairs. I freeze when the light clicks open. I turn towards the figure sitting in the armchair. Mom's holding a cup of coffee in her hand and her eyebrows are raised silently asking for an explanation. Her eyes had bags underneath and I feel horrible for making her worry.

"Where have you been Missy?" She asks her voice slightly scratchy. I sigh and make my way over to her.

"I'm sorry. Remember I told you I was getting a job because of the accident." She nods.

"Well it turned out longer than I thought. I forgot to keep track of time and I didn't take my car." I sigh. "I'm really sorry."

She smiles softly. Her eyes crinkling. "It's fine honey. Just tell me if you're going to be late next time, alright?" I nod and hug her. She hugs me back. I never knew the reason my mom's so over protective but I just go with it. She already has enough on her plate as it is.

"By the way who was the young man who dropped you off" She speaks up wiggling her eyebrows in my direction.

"Mom!" I state.

"What? I've never seen you look twice at a boy before. It's my job to keep an eye open if you have a crush." She defends

I chuckle. "He's my employer mom. Nothing romantic going on there."

"You never know." She shrugs. I smile at her before a yawn escapes from me.

"You seem tired. Did you eat already?"

"Yeah mom. I'm going to go to sleep." I kiss her goodnight before trudging up the stairs.

Closing the door of my room I exhales a long tired breath. I replay today's events in my head. I change into my pajamas. As I was about to reach my bed the familiar searing pain from before makes me tumble to the ground. My birth mark burns again. After the pain resides I get ready to go to bed before I freeze.

My birthmark?!

What if it's the mark that Dante was talking about in the myth. My eyes widen at the realization.

I'll tell him about it tomorrow.

I nod to myself before engulfing myself in my comforter. I feel my eyes become heavy and I'm dragged into a dreamless night.

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 I open my drowsy eyes at the sound of the blaring alarm. 7:30 am. Groaning I repeat my morning routine which was now embedded in my brain.

Finishing my breakfast and I get put my dishes in the sink while kissing my mom on the cheek.

"Bye mom. Love you."

"Love you too" She replies smiling. I make my way over to the car and find Diana already seated. I back out the driveway and drive towards Diana's school. My mind was still processing the information from yesterday.

"Earth to Laura." Diana snaps her finger in front of my face. I turn towards her.

"What?"

"Mind opening the lock on the door so I can get out?" I click on the child lock and she scrambles out of the car. Sighing I make my way over to my own school.

Trudging in the crowded hallways I make my way over to my class. Entering, I sit into my usual seat. Aubrey comes and sits beside me.

"Morning gal!" She chirps. I smile at her. She's still as cheery as ever. The bell rings signaling Mr. Casper to begin class.

"Today I'll be assigning an assignment." A collective of groans erupt from the classroom. Mr. Casper ignoring this continues. "This'll be done in pairs, and before you get any ideas I'll be assigning them." The hopefulness aura from before disburses. He reads from a paper he had written the pairs on. I strain my ears to listen.

"Mr. Dimitri and Ms.Clinton." I shrug and turn towards his desk, surprise to see it empty. How did I not notice he wasn't here?

"I guess you'll be working alone for now Ms.Clinton. You can go over the specifics of the assignment with him later." I nod and turn back to my desk.

Where is he?

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The bell to indicate the start of last period rings. Knowing I have a spare I turn towards the exit of the school to go home. As I was passing through my eye catches a figure walking to the back of the school. The figure looks left and right before continuing his journey. The sun rays catches the face of the figure causing me to gasp.

Dante

I remain frozen for a moment before making my way over and silently follow him. He turns into a alley at the back of the school I didn't know existed. I stand beside the wall and peek inwards. Dante's talking to a person. He seemed distressed and is waving his hands frantically around. The other figure just shakes his head. I try to move forward so that I can hear what they were talking about but something makes me freeze in my tracks.

The eyes of the figure Dante was talking to were black. A 'rouge'?! What's Dante doing talking to one? How's the 'rouge' not attacking him? The questions swirl in my head as my suspicion towards Dante increases by the second. A thought crosses my mind before I can stop it.

Can I trust him?